Sometimes, When It Rains

Raindrops drown my tears

Painful thoughts stabbing my heart

Let darkness hide me.

A music plays on

Each sad note a hollow beat

The rhythm is missed.

"The darkest hour of the night comes just before dawn." - Coehlo, The Alchemist

THE DASH - What Matters Most

My dear friends,
Do you have three (3) minutes?  I am hoping you will make time.
I have chanced upon this Story a few years back, but I received the same message again on email.  I thought it is rather fitting to share this with you and for all the other Mothers who will get a chance to read my Blog.  As a dedication to My Mom and all the other Mommas of the world.
The video is called the DASH.  The symbol that comes between a person's Date of Birth and the person's Final Day in this lifetime.
Please watch.  And if you are watching it for the first time, I know the simplicity of the message is going to touch you.

FIREFLIES

9 March 2011
(NOTE:  an old poem I made some 3 years back (2008); speaking from my heart, back then.)

Fireflies

Weary, weeping soul,

a starless and cloudless night;

Frightened by shadows,

obscuring the path of light;

Wasted time on foggy myths.

Seeking for meaning,

but the mind is tired and weak.

Dulled by confusion.

 and impaired by digression.

Fractured, lost wishes;

Tomorrows are unforeseen

The heart is fragile. Be still.

Roads are crossed and barred;

Dodging whips of cruel winds

 Luminous flickers,

hanging hopes on a fine thread;

Blinded eyes faithful, trusting.

A kindred firefly,

lends allusion to an end;

Move and tread the course,

of sunrises and sunsets;

Lines that never bend.